flowers

That is the question I ask myself when the turmoil within me is so strong I seem unable to cope up. But lately, I managed to count on my days and focus not on the troubles that prevent the things to happen the way I want them to be. I slowly learned to accept the truth that things don’t happen my way. And instead of fidgeting, I try to see the things that I can do to improve the situation. The thing that leads me to this realization is the fact that my days are but limited like the flowers in my garden.

As I contemplate on the latigo orchid that blooms, it dawns on me how this flower blooms its best. Its flowers are not only attractive but emit a perfumy fragrance as well. It feeds its honey to the birds, butterflies, and bees.

I come to wonder how this flower fulfilled its very purpose in my garden when it doesn’t even know how long will it live? Nor does it worry whether I’ll water it on the next day or not. It just lives. It just blooms. It just beautifies my garden for that is the only thing it knows.

Like this orchid, my life too is passing, my time limited. This orchid provides me the inspiration to be true to who I am and to strive to make an impact on which I was born for; to not be carried away by the little troubles that life brings.

How beautiful it is to make this world a much better place than it did before I came. I can only do that when I finally fulfill the very purpose that brought me here. And that purpose is to share what I know, to impart the God-presence within me, and to be all that I am.

I hope that you, too, have found your purpose and have shared your impact with the world.

Do I believe in magic? I do. I see things at times through the lens of a child’s heart. Every thing in nature is magic for me. Every gigantic tree I see is magic. It has been there for years no one knows how long. It is a magic that happens gradually every day.

At times, I also ask: what if enchanting things do happen? What if time stops for worldly people and give way to magic and spell and turns nature into a never, never land?

Certainly, this tree would turn into a castle.

This butterfly would turn into a fairy.

This log would turn into a romantic bench where a prince and a princess would exchange love promises.

Dwarfs would then sit or play around this mushroom.

I could imagine tiny fairies sitting on this toadstool.

Or perhaps, this fruits are what fairies eat?

Oh, these flowers might be some kind of potion that may heal the sickly Queen?

Ah, nothing could ever compare to this magical place of never, never land!

Did you feel the magic? I still do. I feel I am spellbound… And I guess, I am not a child this time. But your fairy god-mother…..

It’s all about nature!

Subdued in half. Literally. I am typing now using the five fingers only of my left hand. Boy is it difficult. My right hand has been injured today. So my right five fingers have its day off. Hopefully, by tomorrow my right hand would be functioning well again.

Since writing is a daunting task for now, let me just entertain you with some of my cottage garden flowers. The orchids are a type of dendrobiums; while the rest are gumamela or rose of sharon.

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Hi there! I am a learner, a searcher and a lover of everything beautiful. May you'd be inspired by my simple stories, life musings, bits of poetry, and my take on photography. I just have this petty thought that life is a never ending exploration of mundane things that lead to happiness and beyond.